Light

I really don't want to give a description because I want the reader to have an unbiased interpretation of my work.

Eyes wide to the unseen,
Reaching forth to the gleam,
Of an object foreign, to unknown,
Stepping from the world I've grown,
Stepping from black, Hand wide,
To grab the light on that side,
A light with a center, with glow,
An object strange I don't know,
Wooden and blank it may be,
But, in my heart, not ordinary,
With arms wide, it clasps my soul,
Oh how I wish to hold it whole,
I stretch my arms and stand on toe,
But of the ground, my feet won't go,
I stretch and moan but it's too far,
This gleaming, living, morning star,
I rouse my soul, lift my plea,
And with all on bended knee,
I rouse myself to leave this place,
I feel the light upon my face,
I feel its warmth in my fingers tight,
As I am delivered from the night,
I clasp it to my bosom that I may not fall,
And look down to see it all,
The dark, drab war I left,
As I am hidden in this cleft,
I hold to the light and know I never shall,
Return to the world where I once fell.

Author's Note

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